Wingnuttery category archive
David dissects a marauding. (The action begins at about the minute and a half mark, after a short discussion about subscriptions and pledges.)
Honest to Betsy, you couldn’t make this stuff up.
We are a society of stupid.
It seems that the new right-wing “social” media app, Parler (no, I won’t link to it), which aspires as far as I can tell to be a wingnut Twitter, has got itself some unexpected fans.
Thom and his guest discuss right-wing media and messaging machine and take a stab at taxonomy of right-wing I guess you could call them flavors.
Ed from Gin and Tacos follows the tale of a Facebook Frolicker’s descent into the wingnut rabid hole.
What is it about Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez that’s causing such a right-wing freakout so?
We are having municipal elections this year, and the news coverage is rather lacking. My local rag is a shadow of its former self (like many local rags), and I refuse to waste my time with TV what-passes-for-news.
A friend sent a notice of a local candidates forum (the best way to get to know the candidates in my city), so I attended and left with some disorganized first impressions and a list of candidates.
Then I went looking for information on the candidates. Some of them had campaign websites–rudimentary, but still websites. For many of them, though, all I could find was Facebook pages for their campaigns and sometimes not even that–just Facebook pages–forcing me to visit Facebook and soil my browser cache with the Zuckerborg’s tracking cookies (which I promptly deleted as soon as I was done).
It was most frustrating.
In The Hartford Courant, Susan Campbell reminds us that there once was a war on Christmas, and it was waged by Calvinists with a religious agenda, not by wingnuts with a political one. A snippet:
His (the Rev. Lyman Beecher, (father of Harriet Beecher Stowe–ed.) antipathy toward Christmas was not weird for his time. Many Protestants looked askance at Christmas as a papal holiday to be avoided. If they celebrated at all, it was with a piece of candy solemnly handed to the nearest child on Christmas morning. No tree. No lights. No carols.